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So, here I am with the last chapter of this fic... I know it's short, but still I hope you enjoy it! :)

(I do not own The Hunger Games or Glee)

As the Career was gone Nick took the dagger out of his body, but not even then the pain eased. He tried to breathe calmly but he couldn't. He could only think of Jeff watching him right now, he had to be strong for him. Nick could feel himself getting weaker and weaker.

He was ready to give up and let himself die when he started hearing an annoying bip. Nick's eyes opened weakly and he say a small parachute fall right beside him, he reached for it. It was a small bottle with a green-ish liquid inside.

Nick popped the bottle open with his teeth and drank whatever that was.

A pain, worse than what he was under just a couple of seconds ago, crept through Nick, Nick was about to scream in agony but no sound would come out of his mouth.

Then the pain stopped, and Nick was able to breathe normally. He started feeling stronger again and when he led a hand to his wound it was gone. Nick gasped a little and raised his shirt, but there was no trace of the wound, just a small white line on his stomach, the scar the wound had left behind.

A million things were passing by Nick's mind. But he made himself stop thinking about what were just distractions now and focused on what he should do. The Career was still waiting for a cannon to sound, soon.

Nick heard a few steps and held the dagger in his hand, not daring to move. It was probably the Career to see why he wasn't dead yet, but the steps weren't getting closer, but the opposite. Nick raised an eyebrow and peaked around the tree. It was the third tribute.

Nick didn't remember seeing him anywhere before, he must have hidden the whole time. He was walking towards the river. If Nick played it well this would be handy.

He got up silently still holding the dagger. He walked to the guy, from behind and half hidden, not making a noise. He was used to be silent since he was used to hunt.

The tribute looked around to make sure he was alone, Nick hid completely, then when the tribute looked forward again Nick ran to him, not giving him time to react and covered his mouth before stabbing him, with a clean cut, so the tribute would die quickly with less pain possible. "I'm sorry." He muttered to his ear.

The tribute dropped dead in Nick's arms and then the cannon sounded. Nick pulled him to where Nick was supposed to have died so when they picked the body up the Career wouldn't suspect anything.

Nick moved away from the body and watched it as the claw grabbed it and pulled him away from the Arena, he drove three fingers to his lips and then pointed them to the body as a sign of respect. He wasn't a killer and killing that boy hadn't felt right.

And now there was only one person separating him from his home, family and love. The Career.

Nick reached for a leaf and chew it slowly as he felt the allergy kicking.

He thought of what he could do, the trees were too high for him to climb them to try to find the Career, so he decided he'd go the Cornucopia and climb it to try to see something from there.

Nick jogged, with the dagger still in his hand to where he knew the Cornucopia was. He was a bit surprised no Gamemaker had pushed him to the Career. Or maybe he was actually moving to where he was. This thought made Nick be more alert.

As he got there he quickly had to hide as he saw the Career there, he was sat on the floor, eating and chilling near the cliff. Probably waiting for the Gamemakers to do anything. And then Nick was the stupid one?

The sword was in his belt, Nick had to think of a way to take it. He needed it.

Without thinking twice Nick started walking around the Cornucopia he'd go from behind, kick the Career's sword away and kill him. It would be harder than it looked.

As he was behind the Cornucopia Nick realised he would never be able to walk to the Career without him noticing, the space was too open.

Nick looked at the dagger in his hand. One shot, he had just one shot.

"Hey dumbass!" He called. The Career froze and then turned abruptly.

Nick threw the dagger to him. The dagger flew towards the Career spinning a little and ended up getting stuck on his shoulder. The Career didn't have time to react, he fell to the ground with a loud cry. Nick ran to him and took his sword as he tried to take the dagger out of his shoulder, but it was stuck too deep.

Nick got up pointing the sword to the Career. "Who's the stupid now?" Nick snarled.

"You were supposed to be dead! I heard the cannon!" The Career whined, holding his shoulder.

"But I'm not." Nick said. The Career got up and Nick kept the sword pointed at his chest.

"You can't kill me, you're too weak." The Career said stepping back.

"You wanna try me?" Nick said stepping closer to him.

The Career continued to step back and Nick to step forward. In one thing he was right, even though Nick knew he had to kill him to win, he didn't want to. He didn't want to kill anyone else. The Career kept a hand on his bloody shoulder, it should be hurting a lot, but next time he'd know better than live someone to die, instead of killing him right away. But there wouldn't be a next time.

All from sudden he stopped and grinned. "As I said, too weak" He said and let himself fall back, falling down the cliff.

Nick widened his eyes, as the Career let himself fall back, before he could react or think anything a voice announced he was the winner.

What happened next was a blur to Nick. The people from the Capitol cleaned him and treated all his wounds and old scars, he was prepared for an interview with Ceasar by Kurt who was really cheery that Nick had made it and now he could dress him up with all the outfits he had thought for him. The interview went okay and the next thing he knew he was returning to District Twelve. He had a couple of weeks before the tour around the Panem. But not even between all that commotion Nick could have a nice night without nightmares, and could feel genuinely happy. Yes, he was alive, but he still felt like part of him was missing.

"Blaine? Can I ask you something?" Nick asked looking through the window of the train that was taking them back home.

"Sure, Nick, what?" Blaine smiled warmly.

"How did you get me that bottle with that liquid that saved my life?" He asked glancing at him.

"An anonymous sponsored you when you were attacked by the squirrels as you managed to survive without it I saved it if you needed more later... I'm glad I did." Blaine said and Nick nodded.

"Thank you Blaine." Nick mumbled and then the train stopped.

"You ready?" Blaine got up and helped Nick up too.

Nick nodded and smiled knowing he'd see Jeff again, but as he got out, there were so many people there he couldn't actually see Jeff or anyone from his family, he was informed his family was already installed in the new home, so Nick asked to be taken there as soon as possible.

The meet with his family was a very emotional one. They all stood hugged to each other for at least ten minutes, his parents and siblings crying with relieve and happiness, and Nick because he was overwhelmed.

After they were all calm again Nick hugged them all individually saying countless times how much he loved him.

"You should go over the Sterling's... Jeff's been an emotional wrack these past couple weeks." His mother said at last.

Nick nodded. "I'll just change to more comfortable clothes." He said and climbed the stairs looking for the room that had his name on the door. There were a few without name at all, he noticed.

None of his old clothes was there, but it was okay, he just put on some jeans and a leather jacket he had there before leaving through the window so he didn't have to meet whoever was standing by his door.

He jogged to the Seam to where the Sterlings lived, he took a deep breath as he was at the door. He felt a bit sick with nervousness, he knocked gently on the door.

Jeff's mother was who answered, she pulled him for a tight hug, tears in her eyes, she had always been like a second mother to Nick so he hugged back. "It's so great to see you alive, Nick." She said. Nick nodded. She leaned away leading Nick inside the house. "Jeff's in his room, but he's still pretty shaken, he thought you had died and he's still not completely convinced you're alive... So, go easy on him." She asked.

"Okay," Nick mumbled feeling his heart ache for Jeff.

He knocked at Jeff's room's door. "Yes?" Jeff's voice came from the other side, he didn't sound okay.

"Hey," Nick said softly as he entered the room and he closed the door behind him.

"N-Nick?" Jeff looked at Nick with big eyes like he still didn't want to believe he was there.

"Hey," Nick repeated smiling a bit.

"Nick!" Jeff's eyes filled with tears and he got up from his bed throwing himself to Nick's arms. "You're alive!" He sobbed.

Nick held him tight, his own eyes filling with tears. "I missed you so much. I came back for you."

"I love you, I love you so much. I'm so relieved you came back alive!" Jeff sobbed holding Nick tighter.

Nick held Jeff back, they stood like that for a while until Jeff's sobs eased and he leaned back from the hug to kiss Nick deeply. Nick quickly kissed back.

"I love you," Nick said as they broke up. "And I want you and your family to move in with me." He said.

"What?"

"There's enough space for everyone, and I have enough money to keep everyone. Please, accept this." Nick asked.

"I'd have to talk with my parents, but yes! Of course!" Jeff smiled widely and kissed Nick again.

"There's just one small catch," Nick smiled against Jeff's lips, he finally felt full again. And happy.

"What?" Jeff raised an eyebrow.

"You'd share a room with me."

Jeff smiled widely and kissed Nick over and over. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Nick led Jeff to the bed and they spent the rest of the day cuddling and kissing, finally everything would get better, Nick was back and they were together.

"What will you do now? You won't have to work anymore..." Jeff asked softly as they watched the sun setting through Jeff's window.

"I'm going to help the next tributes from Twelve to survive the games." Nick said. "Blaine helped me a lot, all I can do is help my tribute to win too. The girl will be with Blaine."

Jeff nodded. "But... You know the next year is a Quarter Quell... It'll be harder."

"I don't care. Whoever he is, he'll win. The winner of the second Quarter Quell will be from District Twelve." Nick said firmly.

Jeff kissed him gently. "You'll make it I know."

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